Posted by Ygnacio on September 18, 2000 at 22:05:04:

I hurt tonight like glass about to shatter
alone in an infinite empty rapture

my silence so strong I become a wordless
song of photographed girls employed
endlessly in elevator riding

blue eyed eyes, your eyes can’t tear me
from my lack of tears my smile stylized
into two keystrokes unable to sift

and shift from keyboard to a few simple words
I can’t even speak with my expressions
they lay frozen in the vast wasteland
between the realities of my voice and my eyes

my eyes imbuing your backlesshirted back
with all my imagination: cream toned flecked
with freckles as beautiful and secret as
a first kiss. My soul to hold you for an hour!

Beauty too divine to approach without
equally divine words: evolution revolving
language and lust entwined divine.

And thinking of you all, hurts me.

Can you imagine the cold iron catharsis of
a single kiss? My passion so damned back
the molten flow of lips on lips would be so
hot as to freeze a moment when word

and picture perfect flesh mesh pulse matching pulse

and eternity turning at the apex of all
release and burning. My lips struck dumb
stuck on your flesh.

And who we are doesn’t matter as long
as your flesh flatters my welling unquenched
desire. Such absolute fire will leave my
lips screaming divine poetry in a medium
of vibrating flesh where the is no wasteland
between us of air or language or looks.

But tonight I am alone, incapable of crafting
more than a stutter, unable to match heart
beat with any of this gorgeously packaged

flesh.

Unable to say for one moment how beautifully
I behold you all. How loud the sound of my
popping glass heart would be falling in love
to the infinite gravity well of discovering every
piece of your body with my native tongue

like the native sun caressing your skin
everyday in the dappled play of metaphor
and enlightenment.

The world is clear only when I’ve saturated
my lens of love with your liquid, pure only
when my words break the surface and find
your more than just a face.

Words gasping for a breath of air above the
murky swamp of lust in which I’m lost, depleted of

breath.

Sharp pangs of silence that are ripping
everything male in me chasms across
from talking to you, leaving me only with
the poor crutch of email

And if I yelled, you wouldn’t even hear me now.

Ygnacio.

Follow Ups:

• Psst...I think it's poetry, and it's pretty good. n/t Crotchety Bastard 22:50:10 9/21/2000 (0)
• Are you talking about an orange? n/t Confused 16:44:59 9/19/2000 (0)
• Put away the moisturizer... step away. Everything will be O.K. (txt) Zepachu 23:08:32 9/18/2000 (0)
• Looks like another night of internet porn for you n/t `Shady 22:07:38 9/18/2000 (0)

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